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PS 3537 
.11676 
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1918 
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Gospel 
Songs 



and 



Poems 






by 

Rev. Mrs. Nannie E. Smith 



Copyrighi 1918 by Rev. Mrs. Nannie E. Smilh. St. Lou'u. Mc 



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/5<^*y^^^ INDEX 

1 A POOR WAYFARING STRANGER. 

2 WE ARE TOSSED AND DRIVEN. 
^3 THE WOMAN OF SAMARIA. 

4 WILL YOU TAKE CARE OF MY WIFE AND CHILD? 

5 MAKE ME WHOLE. 

6 GOD IS WATCHING. 

7 WHERE ARE THE NINE? 

8 I'LL BE A TRUE SOLDIER. 

9 THE TEAR-STAINED PATHWAY. 

10 GREAT SHEPHERD OF THE SHEEP. 

11 I'M COMMANDED TO PREACH. 

12 O LORD GOD OF MY SALVATION. 

13 GOD CAN SEE. 

14 IN THE EVENING OF MY LIFE. 

15 DON'T PASS ME. 

16 WILL YOU LEAD ME TO THE ALTAR? 

17 TAKE THE WORLD AS YOU FIND IT. 

18 THE NEW-BORN KING. 

19 TRUSTING JESUS, THAT IS ALL. 

20 I SOUGHT THE LORD. 

21 BAALE IS FALLING. 

22 THE UNSHOWN STAR. 

23 THE BATTLE ARRAY. 

24 SEE THE WOMAN AT THE WELL? 

25 DOWN ON MY KNEES. 

26 IT WAS MIDNIGHT ON THE WATERS. 

27 CAN'T YOU GO? 

28 THAT'S THE PRIZE. 

29 I'M TRUE AND TRIED. 

30 YES, I BELIEVED. 

31 POOR CARELESS SOUL, WHAT THEN? 

32 JESUS SAID, YOU GO! 

33 THE HOLY COMMUNION. 

34 THE CITY FOUR SQUARE. 

35 COME TO THE FOUNTAIN. 

36 PAST CENTURIES. 

37 I'M GOING HOME TO MOTHER. • 

38 JESUS, SAVIOUR, PILOT ME. * 

39 IT'S BEEN A SCORE SINCE I GOT RELIGION. 

40 HOW CAN I LIVE WITHOUT RELIGION. 



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WE ARE TOSSED AND DRlV^I^. | 

We afe tossed and driven on the restless sea of time; i 

Sombre skies and howling tempest oft succeeds a bright suii- , 

shine, ' 

In that land of perfect day, when the mists have rolled away, i 

We will understand it better by and by, ^ 

(Chorus.) ;;, 

By and by when the morning comes, { 

All the saints of God are gathered home, * 

We'll tell the story how we've overcome, ' 
For we'll understand it better bye and bye. 

We are often destitute of the things that life demands. 
Want of shelter and of food — thirsty hills arid barren landS/ 
We are trusting in the Lord and according to His Word 
We will understand it better bye and bye. 

(Chorus.) 

Trials dark on every hand and we cannot understand, 

All the ways that God would lead us to that blessed Promised 

land, 
But He guides us with His eye and we'll follow till we die, 
For .we'll understand It better bye and bye. 

(Chorus.) 

Temptations, hidden snares often take us unaware, 

And our hearts are made to bleed for a thougthless word 0/ 

deed ; 
And we wonder why the test when we try to do our best, 
But we'll understand it better bye and bye. j^ 

(Chorus.) 



The WOMAN OF SAMARIA, 

There was a Samaritan woman 

That lived in Samaria land, 
She went to the well to draw Watef 

Out of Jacob's well in- that land. 
Down at the well she met a stranger^ 

'Twas a Jew from Judea land, 
He held out His hand and asked for water; 

She said: Sir, you are a Jewish Man. 

(Chorus.) 

All the city of Samaria went rtiftning 

To see what had happened in the land> 
'Fot the woman kept &n rnnning 

And crying: Come, see a man, 
t believe, I believe it's Jesus; 

Oh glory, it's light in our land! 
Yes I know, I know it's Jesus; 

Hallelujah, it's light in the land. , 

Sir, I can't give yoxi no water, 

Because you are a Jewish Man; 
With the Jews we don't have no dealings, 

There's enmity in this land. 
The Jev/s they worship at Jerusalem, 

But yonder in the mountain we can 
Call the Cxod of Jacob to help us 

Down here in a barren land. 

The little Stranger looked at the woman, 

And the woman looked straight at Him; 
She believed in the book of the Prophets, 

And she looked for a light to begin. 
True, this was an amazing Stranger, 

For He told her of all her past sins; 
Comm.anded her to ask for living water, 

Drink freely and the light will begin. 

She held out her hands to the Stranger; 

And cried, give me that water if You can. 
Oh, how she went running to the city. 

Crying, "Glory! Glory!" as she ran; 
I believe, I believe it's that Prophet, 

That Elias said would come to man; 
For her soul was all overflowing 

With love for the Jewish Man. 

— Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



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WE ARE TOSSED AND DRIVEN. 

We afe tossed and driven on the restless sea of time; 
Sombre skies and howling tempest oft succeeds a bright sun- 
shine, 
In that land of perfect day. when the mists have rolled away, 
We will understand it better by and by* 

(Chorus.) 

By and by when the morning comes, 
All the saints of God are gathered home;, 
We'll tell the story how we've overcome, 
For we'll understand it better bye and bye. 

We are often destitute of the things that life demands, 
Want of shelter and of food — thirsty hills and barren lands< 
We are trusting in the Lord and according to His Word 
We will understand it better bye and bye, 

(Chorus.) 

Trials dark on every hand and we cannot understand, 

All the ways that God would lead us to that blessed Promised 

land. 
But He guides us with His eye and we'll follow till we die, 
For .we'll understand it better bye and bye. 

(Chorus.) 

Temptations, hidden snares often take us unaware. 

And our hearts are made to bleed for a thougthless word 0/ 

deed ; 
And we wonder why the test Avhen we try to do our best, 
But we'll understand it better bye and bye. ^.^ 

(Chorus.) 



THE WOMAN OF SAMARIA. 

Tlifere was a Samaritan woman 

That lived in Samaria land, 
She went to the well to draw water 

Out of Jacob's well in- that land. 
Down at the well she met a stranger, 

'Twas a Jew from Judea land, 
He held out His hand and asked for water; 

She said: Sir, you are a Jewish Man. 

(Chorus.) 

All the city of Samaria went ruftning 

To see what had happened in the land, 
^or thfe woman kept on ftinning 

And crying: Come, s«e a man^ 
I believe, I believe it's Jfesus; 

Oh glory, it's light in our land! 
Yes I know, I know it's Jesus; 

Hallelujali, it's light in the land, , 

B\t, 1 eah't ^ive you no water. 

Because you are a Jewish Man; 
With the Jews we don't have no dealings, 

There's enWiity in this land. 
The Jews they worship at Jerusalem, 

But yonder in the mountain we can 
Call the Cxod of Jacob to help us 

Down here in a barren land. 

The little Stranger looked at the woman, 

And the woman looked straight at Him; 
She believed in the book of the Prophets, 

And she looked for a light to begin. 
True, this was an amazing Stranger, 

For He told her of all her past sins; 
Commanded her to ask for living water. 

Drink freely and the light will begin. 

She held out her hands to the Stranger; 

And cried, give me that water if You can. 
Oh, how she went running to the city, 

Crying, "Glory! Glory!" as she ran; 
I believe, I believe it's that Prophet, 

That Blias said would come to man; 
For her soul was all overflowing 

With love for the Jewish Man. 

—Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



WILL YOU TAKE CARE OF MY WIFE AND CHILD? 

Will you take care of my wife and child, 

While I'm out on the ocean wild? 

We'll take the wet route to Germany, it's across the sea. 

We'll sail on a U. S. Marine 

And when we've seen battle with the enemy, 
And made the aliens to scream; 
When they understand that there's a mighty Power 
From America, behind the U. S. Marines. 

Anyway, it's a peculiar machine, 
And the boys in blue are keen. 
Yes, we have heroes in America 
That the world as yet haven't seen. 

Just take care of the folks at home. 
While I ride the dashing foam. 
And break the news to the Kaiser 
That we have a million more at home. 

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MAKE ME WHOLE. 

(1) 
My gracious God, to Thee I cry, 
To Thee lift up my weary eyes; 
My gracious God, help this poor 
Child, or else I'll surely die. 

(2) 
My anxious plea is all for Thee, 
Thy strength can make me whole; 
I come to Thee a wretch undone, 
A sinner all defiled. 

(3) 
O gracious Lord, I come to Thee, 
Oh, wilt Thou make me whole? 
I'll walk with Thee forever. Lord, 
If Thou wilt make me free. 

(4) 

free me now from sin and death, 
Such as a sinner dies; 

Just take me in Your loving arms, 
And claim me as Thy child. 

(5) 

1 shriek aloud, my Lord, my King, 
When I remember in my sins, 
I'm banished from my God, 
Now I surrender all, my Lord, 
Oh, wilt Thou make me whole. 

— Composed by Rev. Mrs. Nannie E. Smith. 
Perry, Okla., 1902. 



GOD IS WATCHING. 

In this lonely land of sorrow, 

Those of you who've changed your life, 
And started out to follow Jesus 

Amidst the struggles and the strife; 
Traveling the narrow pathway, 

Watching for the beacon light, 
Surely that's the way to Jesus, 

That's the gate to eternal life. 

(Chorus.) 

God is watching, God is watching, 

God is watching all the while; 
You need not be discouraged, brother, 

For God is watching all the while. 
Do not let your courage fail you. 

Because of trials in your life; 
Just keep praying, trusting ever, 

For God is watching all the while. 

(2) 
There are many storms along the pathway, 

False alarms and wicked lights. 
To impede you on your journey, 

They imitate that beacon light 
Shining in the lighthouse yonder. 

That will guide a Christian right. 
If you do not get discouraged. 

Just trust in God with all your might. 

(3) 
Sometimes life's so full of pleasure. 

All seems joy and peace sublime; 
With many friends we are surrounded. 

We feel no fiend this can destroy. 
Alas, before a fortnight, yonder 

Comes the tempter, swift and fast; 
He'll destroy that sweet communion 

That you thought would surely last. 
Your bosom friends now seek to Slay you, - 

They've forgotten all the past. 

(4) 
But you cannot fail, my brother, 

If you are trusting as you go; 
Then at last when all is over, 

And you stand upon the shore. 
You can sing redemption story, 

Hallelujah ever more. 
To the God that saves all nations, 

Saves the lost ones here below, 
Hallelujah! I am crossing 

I am saved ever more. 

—Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



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WHERE ARE THE NINE? 

Wandering afar 'from the dwelling of men, 
Hear the sad cry of the lepers, the ten; 
Jesus, have mercy, brings healing divine — 
Were there not ten cleansed — where are the nine? 

(Chorus.) 

W^here are the nine, where are the nine? 

Were there not ten cleansed — where are the nine? 

(2) 
Loudly the stranger sang, Praise to the Lord, 
Knowing the cure had been wrought by his ward; 
Gratefully owning the healer divine — 
Jesus says tenderly. Where are the nine? 

(3) 
Who is this Nazarene? the Pharisses say. 
Is He the Christ? Tell us plainly, we pray; 
Multitudes follow him seeking a sign. 
Show them his mighty works — where are the nine? 

(4) 
Jesus is on trial today, we can see, 
Thousands deridingly ask. Who is He? 
How they are rejecting Him, your Lord and mine — 
Bring in your witnesses — where are the nine? 

* (5) 

Oh, how the world is rejecting Him — Pray who is He? 
How could they reject a man so loving as He? 
He healed their diseases, told their blind they could see, 
He raised their dead — oh, how can this be? 

(6) 
Oh, who is His friends? Stand, let me see 
Who'll be a witness for the King Nazarene? 
Where's the ten lepers, only one I can see? 
Where's Bartamas — oh, pray, where is he? 



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I'LL BE A TRUE SOLDIER. 

It pays to serve Jesus — I speak from my heart, 
He'll always be with us if we do our part; 
There's naught in this wide world can pleasure afford, 
There's peace and contentment in serving the Lord. 

(Chorus.) 
I love him more better than in days of yore, 
I'll serve him more truly than ever before; 
I'll do what he bids me, whatever the cost; 
I'll be a true soldier, I'l die at my post. 

(2) 
There's a time that remembrance still brings back to me, 
'Twas there I found pardon, 'twas heaven to me; 
There Jesus spoke sweetly to my weary soul, 
Thy sins are forgiven — He made my heart whole. 

(3) 
And oft when I'm tempted to turn from the track 
I think of my sorrows, my mind wanders back 
To the place where they nailed Him to Calvary's tree, 
I hear a voice saying, I suffered for thee. 

(4) 
There's no one like Jesus can cheer me today, 
His love and His kindness can ne'er fade away; 
In winter and summer, in sunshine and rain. 
His love and affections are always the same. 



THE TEAR-STAINED PATHWAY. 

My true loving friends, I v/ill tell j'ou the story 
Of my christian life, since I learned to love Jesus; 
And to follow his footsteps, that leads me from sin, 
And to do all his biddings, from beginning to end. 

(Chorus.) 
It's a bloodstained pathway that leads us to God, 
It's a bloodstained pathway that the Pilgrims all trod; 
My friends, if you'll listen, the pathway to God 
Is many tears and much sorrow, for by blood it was wrought. 

(2) 
I want to tell you how sorrow and troubles began, 
'Twas when I sought religion, that was given by blood; 
That holy adoption, by the dear Son of God, 
It was then that the tempter tried my way to retard. 

(3) 
Yes, my pathway is tearstained, while traveling to God, 
But there's one thing I know, I have tried it before; 
By faith I shall conquer, through Jesus, my Lord, 
For he sends me his spirit, when my way is restored. 

-^Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



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GREAT SHEPHERD OF THE SHEEP. 

(1) 
O Thou, great Shepherd of the sheep, 

Just speak and we shall hear; 
O, pity now the oppressed and weak, 

O Thou, that lingers near. 

(2) 
We tremble 'neath Thy righteous frown, 

We lean on Thee, O Rock sublime; 
Deal Thou with us, O mighty God, 

In pity, such as Thou affords. 

(3) 
Lord, Thou did send redeeming grace 

That dying sinners might be saved; 
All who believe, Thy will obey, 

Shall rest with Thee eternally. 

(4) 
Eternal peace with God on high. 
That peace the blood of Christ brought night; 

O living stream, forever flow, 

Within my heart as on I go. 

(5) 
When crossing Jordan's chilly stream, 
O may that blood my way to seem 
All hope, as Paradise I gleam; 
My ever eternal home. 
—Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith, April 12, 1917. 



-11- 

I'M COMMANDED TO PREACH. 

(1) 
Ofttimes while traveling o'er land and sea, 
My spirit has revolted and my heart failed me; 
So oft I've despaired and fell on my knees, x 

Crying, Jesus, O Jesus! have mercy on me! 
For my courage has failed me, and no way can I see 
To continue my journey, if a soldier I'd be. 

(2) 
While kneeling I'd tell him of all that I'd lost, 
Put my hand in my bosom, show him my heartstrings were 

crossed; 
Yes, while I was kneeling, in pity almost lost, 
I heard the sweet voice of Jesus saying, 'twas you that he called, 
I've paved the way for you; I wore the rugged cross, 

(3) 
But the spirit so sweetly would whisper to me, 
You go preach to all nations, the, poor go seek, * 
See the wounds in my hands, see the wounds in my feet; 
And my blood is sufficient to save all the lost; 
No hopfe, no salvation, no love for their God; 
Go and tell all creation that I died on the cross. 
If you'll only go tell them that I died on the cross. 
To s^ve the poor rebels, that will sure suffer loss. 

(4) 
Don't tell me of crosses nor of the burdens you have to bear, 
Just go on preaching; the glory lingers near; 
I want valiant-hearted soldiers, those that know no fear, 
Knows the worth of my glory, and their burdens gladly share; 
That some dying sinner you may chance to bring near. 

— ^Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



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LORD GOD OF MY SALVATION. 

(1) 

Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night, 

Let my prayer now come before thee; incline thine ear ^.nd 
hear my cry. 

(2) 
For my soul is fijled with trouble, my life draweth night 
Unto the grave I am counted with them that dieth, 
Without help and no guide, and no one to save. 

(3) - 
Just like the slain, that lie in the grave, 
Among the dead, forgotten, unsaved; 
Remembered no more, the free and the slave, 
That died without Christ, that died unsaved. 

(4) 
Thou hast put away mine acquaintance, far from me; 
Thou hast made me an abomination, them I cannot see; 

1 am cut off from them; Lord, I cannot perceive. 

(5) 
Affliction, O affliction I has fallen on me, 
I've stretched out my hands, Lord, unto Thee; 
My eyes mourneth by reason of these, 
I have called thee daily; now, Lord, save me. 

— Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 

(6) 
Both lover and friend, hast thou put far from me, 
They are hid in the darkness, where I cannot see; 
All former acquaintance surely doth. flee. 

(7) 
O Lord, I am afflicted, and ready to die, 

From my youth up I suffered and cried; . 

Till I'm almost distracted, in terror I hide. 
Looking up through darkness; for help, Lord, I cry. 

— Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



-13. 



GOD CAN SEE. 

(1) 
Thank God for that assurance of the father of love, 
That gave his son Jesus, to earth from above; 
To teach us all lessons, of his father of love. 
And give us great blessings from heaven above. 

(Chorus,) 
I'm happy, I'm happy, for God can see 
Jesus, my King, he ransomed me; 
Redeemed by his blood I'm free; sin has no dominion o'e* 

me; 
I'm hapy, I'm happy; for God can see 

(2) 
So many years I've tried his love 
I've felt the joys sent from above; 
When I'm in tears, when all is fears, 
O blessed assurance, I know he cares 
For all his saints in bitter tears, 

(3) 
He watches me from day to day, 
He hears what cruel things they say; 
He knows my life, my battles, foe, 
He knows just how the trials go; 
His love is pure, his judgments sure, 
Yes, blessed assurance, God can see. 

(4) 
What would I do, if not for him. 
When Satan tries my way to hem; 
And throws his shadow my way to dim, 
Then sends the tempter to enter in; 
O blessed assurance, God watches then, 

(5) 
What blessed assurance, God can see, 
W^hat blessed love, what blessed joy; 
O blessed peace, what blessed peace, 
When I remember that God can see; 
Sends keeping grace, for you and me. 

— Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smth. 



-14- 

IN THE EVENING OF MY LIFE. 
(1) 
In the evening of my life, when the end is drawing nigh, 
And the little grains of sand alongside ocean's tide still fly; 
When my mind no more wanders out in wild dreams; 
'Twill be evening still. 

(Chorus.) 
Then my soul will be conscious, that evening's passed away, 
Golden light, O King of glory, makes my mansion bright as day; 
No more evening in the Kingdom, shadows all have passed away, 
For there shines the King of glory, eternal life, eternal day. 

(2) 
When I can see the golden light in my dreams. 
All of heaven pure and bright golden streams; 
When the golden clouds rest sweetly on the hills, 
Through the gathering mist of death, 'tis evening still. 

(3) 
When I can see the light of heaven streaming through, 
Then I'll have a peaceful entrance into that world of bless- 
edness; 
W'here no riddles of this life we must guess, 
All mysteries will be unfolded, I'm blessed. 

(4) 
Mysteries will be unfolded over on the other side, t 

Then my soul will be conscious 'cross the tide; t 

In the evening of my life, when we meet up in the Kingdom, 
With souls redeemed and justified, conscious that I've 
safely crossed the tide. [■ 

— Composed by Rey. Mrs. Nannie E. Smith. ' 

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DON'T PASS ME. 

(1) i 

Lord, when you send your love, poor lost souls to seek, 
Healing up the broken hearts, making strong the weak; 
Just look in some small corner. Lord, and don't pass me. 

(Chorus.) 
Don't pass me; don't pass me; 
Just look in some small corner. Lord, and don't pass me. 

(2) 
I'm your humble servant. Lord, don't pass me; 
I'll endure the crosses, Lord; don't pass me; 
When you are sending blessings, Lord, don't pass me. 
Just let rich dews from heaven fall on me. 

(3) 

1 will make a soldier. Lord, just watch o'er me, 
I'll take my cross with glory, shouting liberty; 
Fighting every battle for victory, 
Trusting that your spirit will not pass me. 

(4) 
Yes, I'll seek some sinner. Lord; just don't pass me; 
Give me strength and courage, power to speak. 
Of the blessed Jesus; oh, how sweet. 
Sinners, can't you trust him; his love's so sweet. 

— Composed by the Rev. Mrs. Nannie E. Smith. 



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WILL YOU LEAD ME TO THE ALTAR? 

Yes, christians, I've been converted, and my soul is satisfied. 

yes, I've got religion, and my Lord doth glorify. 

For his love and sweet communion unto a sinner such as L 

(Chorus.) 
Praise God, I'm going to the altar, I'm going there to be baptized. 

1 will be washed in pure, clean water, praise God, I m one that s 

justified; 
The Lord had pity, he heard my cry, ^ ^^ ,^ ^ . , , ^„, , ,^ 
O praise the Lord for free salvation! O Hallelujah! Ill be bap- 
tized! 

■\11 worldly pleasures I've forsaken, my old companions bic 

sfood'bve 
Save to those who come to Jesus, yes, while his mercy lingers 

conTe^'my friends, accept salvation; why will you stay away 

and die? 

(3) 
Christ extends the invitation, it's to every land and nation, ^ 
Peace and pardon and salvation, his love extends to all creation; 
Yes, praise his name, I accept salvation- yes, praise Gods 
'name, I'll be baptized. ' ;, 

(4) 
Come, saints, and lead me to the altar; yes, I have that hal- 
lowed fire, , . ^ 1, . ^- „ 
And I long for full communion, sweet fellowship and christian 

love ' 

1 want the man of God to lay hands on me, while praying to 

my Lord above. ^^ x^ c. -^-u 

—Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 



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take the world as you find it. 

(1) 

Listen to my story, 

Just listen and let me tell, 
All about my brothers and friends^ 

When I got in trouble, 
And my heart borne down in pain; 

I ran and asked them to help me^ 
But I was turned away in shame. 

(Chorus.) 
Then the spirit so sweetly whispered^ 

Take the world as you find it; 

Just take the world as you find it; 

Take the world as you find it; 
Take Jesus to be your friend, 

(2) 
Then I cried unto my Savior, 

I cried in bitter pain; 
I cried, Lord, have mercy, 

Redeem my soul again. 
Then the Spirit sweetly whispered. 

In me it began to sing, 
Take the world as you find it. 

For Jesus he's your friend. 

(3) 
O, so often I've been discouraged,, 

Ofttimes I thought it vain; 
But that holy blood on Calvary, 

And my holy Lord and King^ 
Sends down his holy spirit. 

And begins to make it plain. 
This world's full of sorrows, but 

You must trutJt in Jesus' name, 

(4) 
I've been a good many years on the journey^ 

I've had a good many sorrows, too; 
But Jesus, my friend, has never failed me. 

His help has always been true. 
Yes, the spirit always whispers,. 

Just have faith and be true. 
Your friend Jesus will help you. 

He'll lead you safely through. 

— Composition of Rev. N. E. SmitH, 



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THE, NEW-BORN KING. 

(1) 
Away out from the city of Jerusalem, 

On the plains not far away; 
Wise men that the Bible calls shepherds, 

That minded their flocks by day; 
O, how they were startled by a starlight. 

They were affrighted; yes, they were afraid. 

(Chorus.) 
O behold, shout for joy, 
O the Angels, shout for joy; 
O the King, shout for joy, 
O the Shepherds, they shouted for joy. 
All the world, shout for joy; 
glory! shout for joy! 

(2) 
But an Angel spoke, saying. 

Behold! I bring you good news? glad tidings, 
Great joy to you all today; 

Which shall be unto all the peoples, 
And thfs is his star, they said, 

To you a true guide to the cradle. 
Of the new-born Baby for aye. 

(3) 
The night-watch they gave notice; Look! 

And listen! they were heard to say; 
How the music did ring in the heavens. 

Unto you is born this day. 
Away down in the city King David, 

In the town of Bethlehem, 
A Savior which is Christ Jesus, 

And this is his star, they said. 

(4) 
O glory, glory hallelujah! 

To his mighty name for yea. 
To the King that saves all nations, 

Saves in a mighty way. 
Salvation given to believers. 

Sweet peace and a happy day; 
All hail to the King of Nations, 

Methinks I heard them say. 

(5) 
The shepherds they took frankincense. 

Sweet myrrh and fine gold, 
Then they started for Jerusalem, 

Led by the star, as told. 
O, how they rejoicest as they journeyed, 

Good news, glad tidings; 
Yes, 'twas good news 

That the angels told. 

—Composed by N. E. Smith. 



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TRUSTING JESUS, THAT IS ALL. 

(1) 
Ofttimes I find the way I take 
Obscured by rubbish from the brake; 
Ofttimes I find no way at all; 
But trusting Jesus I cannot fall. 

(Chorus.) 
Trusting Jesus, that is all, 
Trusting him I cannot fall; 
Trusting Jesus, day by day, 
I'm trusting Jesus all the way, 

(2) 
Ofttimes I find this life of mine 
Sunshine and joy and peace sublime; 
But soon the tempter comes to destroy 
My peace, sunshine, love and joy. 

(3) 
So often, when I'm temptest-tossed. 
And laden down beneath the cross, 
And satan thinks my way is lost — - 
Trusting there's hope beneath the cross, 

(4) 
Sometimes I find it hard to bear. 
To consecrate from earthly care; 
Then satan sends the tempter to 
Destroy my faith my way obscure. 

—Composed by Rev. N. E. Smitb. 



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1 SOUGHT THE LORD. 

(1) 
I sought the Lord, yes, long and tedious, 

This tedious journey I pursued; 
Wretched and vile, I cried for mercy, 

I sought the cross of Calvary. 

(2) 
Famished and worn, along my journey, 

So weak and helpless did I seek; 
In pity I did cry for mercy, 

So humble I lay at his feet; 
I shrieked aloud to him for peace. 

(3) 
He heard my cry to him for pardon. 

He heard my cry from Calvary; 

In pain I cried for liberty; 
He lifted me from sin and sorrow, 

He pardoned me, he set me free. 

(4) 
This living fountain flows forever, 

'Twas opened wide on Calvary; 
Jehovah spoke, and the blood came bounding 

From my Savior's side; 'twas for you and me. 

(5) 
And opened wide, this cleansing fountain, 

That washed my soul and set me free; 
Come, sinner, drink from the flowing fountain, 

Gain for yourself sweet liberty. 
—Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith, May 22, 1917. 



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BAALE IS FALLING. 

(Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith.) 
glory and honor, praise Jesus, 

Glory and honor, praise the Lamb; 
Yes, God's going to reign, praise Jesus, 

Yes, God's going to reign, praise the Lamb. 

(Chorus.) 
Yes, Baale's falling, praise Jesus, 

Yes, Baale's falling, praise the Lamb; 
My God's riding, praise Jesus, 

My God's riding, praise the Lamb. 

Yes, Justice will reign, praise Jesus, ♦ 

Yes, Justice will reign, praise the Lamb; 

Yes, God's going to rule, praise Jesus, 
Yes, God's going to ritle, praise the Lamb. 

Let the Kingdom come, praise Jesus, 

Let the Kingdom come, praise the Lamb; 

Let the King reign, praise Jesus, 
Let the King reign, praise the Lamb. 

Yes, down with your Kaisers, praise Jesus, 

Yes, down with your Kaisers, praise the Lamb; 

Take away his rule, praise Jesus, 
All over the land, praise the Lamb. 

We want a righteous King, praise Jesus, 
And a righteous reign, praise the Lamb; 

We want Justice now, praise Jesus, 

We want Justice now, praise the Lamb. 



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THE UNSHOWN STAR. 

(1) 
O for the unshown star, that is somewhere back of the clouti 
How long will the cold-hearted world to injustice cling? 

Tell me if the righteous will ever reign? 
How I long for the star that's behind the dark cloud 
To shine out brightly and proclaim very loud: 
Justice to all created sons of God. 

(2) 
No matter how pitiful the innocent doth moan, 

The Kaisers continue their vice and their song; 
Living each day like a monarch, O, so strong. 

Singing sweet songs of myrrh and the blessings they bring. 
Never once dreaming from whence they came, 

(3) 
Contending daily for their rights, which are wrongs, 

Faring so sumptuous and growing so strong; 
Digging so deep to lay a great stone. 

Laying a foundation in the defense of their arms; 
Defying their enemy against their strong arm. 

Who looks on in silence, yet they wink at their wrongs. 

(4) 
No truth being told, in their note nor their song, 

Sang with well cultured voices and well composed song; 
It doesn't matter how beautiful, it doesn't matter how strong. 

We can all see the vice and the wrong; 
The babes are still crying, the mothers still moan, 

For the star that's unshown. 



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THE BATTLE ARRAY. ' ^j 

(1) ■; 

The man that is cool in the thickest of the fray- 
Is the man that can be trusted in the battle array; 
Shot and shell is flashing, the battle is on today. 
Hurrah! bovs, let's rally; let's whip the Huns today. 

(2) 
This is no place for slackers, neither a time to play, 
It isn't the place for cowards, faint-hearted, nor dismayed; 
But true, brave-hearted men will help us gain the day, 
Victory means freedom; defeat, forever slaves. 

(3) 
Come, hurry! let's get the Huns, before I, my wife 
And children should stoop to such cursed strife; 
I will this day on the battlefield sell my very life — 
Rush forward yonder, boys, towards the thickest of the strife. 

(4) 
Hiss! hiss! see them rushing? 
They are hot-throated demons in a great strife; 
Charge, boys; get the Huns! 
If we fall in the thickest of the strife, 
Just tell it to our countrymen, 
'Twas for freedom that we gave our lives. 

(5) 
Hiss! Hiss! Push forward in the foremost of the fight, 
Dreaming of nothing but freedom and a happy life; 
Rush, now, we will win the battle; charge! 
Then another, and victory is ours — look! look! 

(6) 
Stampeed like panic-stricken beasts, 

File in, boys, double quick; for we've got the Huns to lick; 
Charge! once more, charge! yelled the General, 
As he galloped down the line; 
O'er the bloody field of battle, under excitant frown. 

(7) 
Old Glory kissed the ch^ek of thanks, when unfurled by the 

breeze, 
Dancing by the music that seemed so much to please; 
See Old Glory as she flutters in the breeze? 
There clinging to her staff, saying, steady, be at ease, 
The liberty bells are ringing, the music comes on the breeze. 

(8) 
O, you fearless sons of mine, is what the bell doth chime, 
The little drummer boys are playing soft notes for our dying. 
While their comrades are yelling victory as they shout on the 

planes; 
Still others cherished the wounded ones; who were dreaming 

over the fame. 
With swelling in their bosoms that seemed to dull their pain. 



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SEE THE WOMAN AT THE WELL? 

(1) 
See the woman at the well, 

Disputing with the Savior? 
Soon she found that he could tell 
Her all of her past behavior. 
(Chorus.) 
There's no one could do that but Jesus; 

\ O, Glory Hallelujah! 
There's no one could do that bat Jesus; 
0, Glory Hallelujah! 
(2) 
See the fountain deep and wide, 

That from pollution is freely flowing? 
Ask and drink! the SaviOr cried, 
For you it*s freely goings 
(3) , 
The woman asked, and then she drank, 

Her heart was all aflamlng; 
She soon forgot her waterpot 
And ran to town proclaiming. 
(4) 
Come, come! see a man! 
Is not this the Savior? 
He told me all that I ever done, 
And all of my past behavior. 
(5) 
He said every one that thirsteth. 

Come drink the living water; 
Yes, freely drink and quench your sthirst 
With Zion^s sons and daughters. 
(6) 
Come, sinner, hear the Savior's call. 

Consider what you are doing; 
Jesus Christ can save you all. 
Oh, will you not come unto him? 
(7) 
The dying thief had only time to drink, 

You know the doleful story; 
But Jesus gave him leave to drink, 
And eternal life in glory. 
(8) 
Weeping Mary, full of grief. 
Applied unto these waters; 
-And Jesus gave her full relief. 
With Zion's sons and daughters. 



(9) - _i 
Dying sinners, come and try, - ■ 

The water will relieve you; J 

M^ithout money come and buy, J 

For Christ will freely give you, 'l 

(10) . 1 
He who drinks shall never die, | 

This fountain will fail you never; - . ' * 

Sinner, sinner, come and apply, • 1 

Come, drink and live forever, | 

(11) "i 
Christians, you can rise and tell | 

The virtues of the water; ^ 

For once you were a child of Hell, •; 

Now Zion's sons and daughters. < 

—^Composed by Rev. Mrs. Mary L. Bullock, ' 

— Revised by Rev. Mrs. N, E. Smith. * 

DOWN ON MY KNEES. ^ 

(1) 'I 

i always will remember, if I should live ten thousand years, ' 

That my Lord saved me on my knees; '; 

At the mercy seat I called him; I cried, Lord, if you please. 
Save me; I'm a sinner on my knees. 

(Chorus.) '■ 

On my knees, down on my knees; 
On my knees, down on my knees; \ 

Yes, I know my Lord is going % 

To save me on my knees. : 

(2) 
I'm trusting every day, no matter what you say, 

I know my Lord is going to save me on my knees; 
He saved the man of 'Galilee; Barabus, the dying thief; 
Yes, I know h«'ll save me on my knees. 

(3) 
That's how I got religion — on my knees; 

I cried in bitter pain; tried hard to make it plain 
To my Lord for mercy on my knees; He washed my sins away. 
And I love him so much today — on my knees. 

(A) 
If I should live ten tho^Isand years, 
With all the doubts and all the fears; 

I would trust God for mercy on my knees; 
Down on my knees I'd plead and cry, 
Surely I could live humble on my knees. 

— Rev. Mrs. Nannie E. Smith's Coftlposition. 



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JT WAS MIDNIGHT ON THE WATERS. 

(1) 
It was midniglit on the waters, 

And a storm was on the deep. 
The disciples they did revel, 

But the storm in madness did creep. 
(Chorus.) 
''It is 1,*' he not afraid, 
"It is I," be not afraid. 
Peter cried, "Lord, if it be Thou," 
Bid me come, come to Thee," 
On the waters, come my child, 
For it is I, be not afraid. 

(2) 
How they struggled with the vessel 

That the cargo they might keep, 
And softly sail into the harbor 
Till the day would break in peace. 
(3) 
Hov^ they vainly sought the Master, 

Jesus Christ of Nazaree, 
He that fed the many thousands, 
Just o'er the plains across the sea. 
(4) 
But alas! the Master tarrys, 

And no ship can sail this sea, 
For the wind had grown more boistrous. 
We must perish, the bitter plea. 
(5) 
Looking through the misty darkness, 

'TAvas a spirit they did see. 
A true token of destruction, 

We are lost, our fate is sealed. 

We must perish in the storm on the sea. 

—Composed by N. E. Smith. 



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CAN'T YOU GO? 

(1) 
Jesus is such a loving friend, 
He will rescue you when 
The world doth scorn you for your sins; 
O, ray loving friend, with Jesus can't you go? 

(Chorus.) 
O, can't you go? can't you go? 
O, my loving friend, with Jesus can't you go? 
Can't you go; O, can't you go; 
O, my loving friend, with Jesus can't you go? 

(2) 
Will 5'ou stay away and die, 
Stand, fold your arms and cry, 
Just because the people will ask you why 
You were such a wayward child. 

(3) 
Come and go with him to Cethsemane, 
Just see him sweat because of pain; 
Great drops of blood from every vein; 
For you, my child, he bore this pain. 

(4) 
The cruel mob came in when 
He was still bleeding from natural pain; 
They were sinners just like you, 
But he came, poor sinner, to rescue you, 
And pave a way for you secure. 

(5) 
He came to save them as well as you; 
If they'd believe his gospel truths, 
Vile and wretched; oh, how cruel; 
Yet he made the way secure, 
If you will turn now and be pure, 

(6) 
From Herod back to Pilot's bar; 
Condemned for love, condemned to die; 
Yes, they gave him a robe of mockery, 
A crown of thorns to appease their scorn; 
Then gambled for the clothes that he had on* 

(7) 
They led him away to Calvary, 
They nailed him to the cruel tree; 
'Twas there he bowed his head and died; 
Abba, Father, they heard him cry. 

(8) 
That cruel spear that pierced his side 
Opened a fountain deep and wide; 
Salvation- flowed for you and I; 
It is finished! is what he cried, 
For blood was streaming from his side. 

— Composed by N. E. Smith, 



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f . THAT'S THE PRIZE, 

(1) 
1 am running for a prize, and it calls for self-denial 
Of all that's had the blood of Christ to them applied; 
All who ^eek to be free from the madness that be, 
They will deny themselves of all this worldly pride. 

(2) 
If you seek to do his will, with his grace you will be filled 

All the while. 
When the tempter comes to try to beguile you with his style, 
You will be up to every move, for this grace you have so proved 
AH the while. 

(3) 
Where'er my dying bed may be, let the angels stand by me, 
Guide me safely' cross the swelling tide; 
I will be so happy then, in the presence of my King, 
In the Kingdom that's up above the skies- 

(Chorus.) 
We are running for a prize — ^^^that's the prize, 
For the Kingdom that is up above the skies; 
What's the use of all this self-denial — that's the prize. 
It's for the Kingdom that's up above the skies. . 

—Composed by N. E. Smith. 

I'M TRUE AND TRIED. 

U) 
0, yes, I'm true and tried; I'm justified, 
I've been baptized with Holy Ghost; 
Since then I've lived a Christian life, 
I've been baptized with the Holy Ghost, 

(Chorus.) 
I'm a soldier enlisted in the warfare to fight. 
I promised God to give all my life; 
To shirk no battles, to shun no strife. 

Thank God I'm a soldier justified, I've been baptized with the 
Holy Ghost. 

(2) 
If I should live one thousand years. 
With the same hard trials and bitter tears, 
I'd look away to Calvary and be of good cheer, • " 

F'or I've been baptized with the Holy Ghost. 

(3) 
When I look away back in days of yore, 
Think how my Savior suffered sore 
For vile sins like mine and yours. 

It stirs me, yea, both mind and soul; then I thank God for the 
Holy Ghost. 

— ^Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 



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YES, I BELIEVED. 

(1) 
Yes, I believed in the cleansing fountain, 
From sin and guilt I was set .free; 
O, won't you come, accept salvation, 
My blessed Lord now pleads for thee. 

(2) . ■ 

Come, friends, with me, from sin and ruin 
This flowing fountain made me free; 
Its peace and pardon, sweet liberty; I found my way, 
I was low and humble; l)raise God, my sins are all taken 
away. 

(3) 
My Lord sought me. he found me wandering, / 

Through his loving kindness laid his hands on me; 
He broke all the fetters that bound me, 
He turned my darkness into day; 
Praise him, I'm happy all the way. 

(4) 
I'm. so glad I applied to that healing stream, 
I got my sins forgiven and my soul redeemed; 
It is peace and love from the Xazarine; 
Won't you come, my friends? you shall be free. 

—Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 

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POOR CARELESS SOUL, WHAT THEN? 

When God gives commr.nd that the time has coine 
When mortals must account for all they've done; 
Confess all the right and tell all the wrongs 
Before Christ and the angel throng- 
Poor careless soul, what then? 
(2) 
What, when you are summoned before the judgment bar, 
When the records are opened and the gates ajar; 
There you stand before Cod just as you are — 
Poor careless soul, what then? 
(3) 
O, what will you tell him if your work's undone. 
And you've ignored all his blessings and rejected h'is Son; 
Drove his spirit from ycu and cantinued your run — 
Poor careless soul, what then? 
(4) 
What will you answer when your name is called, 
When you stand all undone in the judgment hall — 

Poor careless soul, what then? 
What will you say when God gives command, 
Depart, you demon! to the demond's land! 
Poor careless soul, what then? 
(5) 
O. what will you say when the redeemed you see, 
Ascending with God in a great jubilee; 
And crying, Hosanna! I'm free, I'm free! 
All glory to God for that blood on the tree! 

O, poor careless 'soul, what then? 
— Composed by Rev. Mrs. Nannie E. Smith Jan. 1, 1918. 



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JESUS SAID, YOU GO! . . 

(1) 
If you will go and do as I command, 
I'll be with you till the world shall end; 
Just live the life and preach the truth, 
And that will be the gospel's proof. 

(Chorus.) 
Jesus said, You go, and I'll go with you. 
Go and preach my gospel and I'll preach with you; 
Lord, if I go and tell them what you say, 
They won't believe in me. 

(2) 
I prayed all night until morning's dawn, 
I prayed for God to move the sound 
Of preach where'er mortal man is found, 
For the gospel's holv and man is bound. 

(3) 
He seems bound to sin, and bound to die, 
It seems as if no use to try 
To stop him in his angry flight 
Thousands sink in hell tonight; 
Man only flinches and keeps his rout. 

(4) 
But while I prayed the love came down, 
The sweetest music, oh, the joyful sound; 
Go, preach wherever man is found. 
Just trust My Word and you shall see 
That the Holy Ghost will guide thee. 

(5) 
Go preach My Gospel, says the Lord, 
Preach it as the book of truth records, 
Prom the Prophets down to the Son of God; 
Tell all the world what I have said, 
Believe my truths, you shall be fed. 

(6) 
In the beginning it was not so,, 
But man sinned and had to go 
From the presence of God into a world of woe, 
From holy Eden man fell so low. 

(7) 
It's the greatest vice in human life 
To let the devil steal your life; 
To give him your life is to sell him your soul, 
He pays in sorrow, pain and woe. 

(8) 
Just believe the Gospel and thou shalt not 
Die without God nor his mighty prop; 
The mighty shelter, the mighty rock, 
God's own refuge for his holy flock. 

—Revised by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



the holy communion. 

(^) 

rU bow down on my knees; cast off all earthly cafes, 
iPorgetting all my sorrows, liot mindful of my tears; 
Forgetting- that I've been doubtful, that my dear Lord would 

hear, 
And answer my petitions While I am kneeling 'here. 

(2) 
Yes, I love the holy Com.munion; 1 love my sacred share, 
While kneeling at the altar, Til meet my Lord in prayer. 
■JPray Him for strength and courage, and sufficient strength 

to bear 
My cross with every burden, while I am kneeling here. 

(3) 
t love the holy altar, the holy Bible too; 
Yes, I love God's holy command, and I know His word is true. 
Then I'll cast off all my fears, fresh courage I will take^ 
^OY I must make the journey to heaven for Jesus' sake. 

(4) 
How I would love to have been with Jesus, when He the 

bread did break. 
And gave to His disciples, which they so humbly ate. 
O yes they took the cup; Jesus said drink it up, 
As often as you do it, it's a token of My blood. 

(5) 
Por you My body was broken; for you My blood was shed, 
You keep this holy ordinance, obey what I have said. 
Then you My holy children, forever shall be led, 
I'll lead you to the mountain where the saints of God do 

tread, 
With palms of victory they shouted, with all the righteous 

dead. 

(6) 
They shouted loud Hosanna, unto their Lord and king. 
That brought us this salvation, let all the world proclaim. 
Glory and hono;- to Jesus, O praise His righteous name, 
Vl\ serve Him while on earth I live, in heaven He shall be 
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THE CITY FOUR SQUARE. 

(1) 
Have you heard how it was? 
Once I was an outcast, a waif in the street, 
I had no royal palace that I "could seek for peace" nor for com- 
fort,. 
Not a friend to speak a word of consolation, 
My home was in the street. 

(Chorus) 
In that city four square, that city four square, 
Could waif like me have a home up there? 
Yes, any humble child, without home, without care. 
Can share that blessed mansion if they only will 6are 
For the blessed Child Jesus, King of the City Four Square. 

(2) 
I was a barefooted child without home, without care, 
With a father so rich up in the City Four Square. 
Oh it thrilled me with joy, when I learned 'twas my choice, 
To be born of a king, be a child of royal birth, 
With a father so rich up in the City Four Square. 

(3) 
O thank God for that stranger, indeed strange to me; 
But the smile was good-natured, it filled me with glee; 
That told me I had a home without sorrow or care, 
A home full of treasures, a home for me there. 

(4) 

That I'd a father so rich in houses and lands, 
That owned all the world, held love in his hand. 
And he had gone to prepare me a home in that land, 
A "beautiful mansion" up in the City Four Square. 

— Composed by Nannie E. Smith. 



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COME TO THE FOUNTAIN. 

(1) 
Oh come to the fountain, 

Come drink and you shall live; 
Except the invitation, 

For Christ will freely give. 

(Chorus) 
Come to this living fountain, it is whosoever will, 

Except the invitation Jesus so freely gives. 
Come to this living fountain. It is whosoever will 

Except the invitation Jesus so freely gives. 

(2) 
This is that flowing fountain, 
It flows from Calvary's hill. 
Come drink the healing water, 
Yes, drink and you shall live. 

(3) 
Come take the healing water, 

It is. flowing from above. 
One sup will surely fill you. 

With that redeeming love. 

(4) 
O Yes, my Saviour's still calling, 

He is calling from above. 
If your sins are red as scarlet. 

In its place He'll give you love. 

(5) 
Come drink from the living fountain, 
It extends from Calvary's mountain. 
Flowing from my Saviour's side. 
Free to every land and nation. 
Finished, yes, my Saviour cried. 

—Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 



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PAST CENTURIES. 

(1) 
What fortress friend, dost thou seek? 
What balm is there to heal my feet? 
What assurance hast thou when thy destination has been 

reached? 
Footsore from traveling, weary and weak. 
Are you sure your friends will take you in and bathe your 

tried feet, 
Warm you and give you something to eat? 

(2) 
Be thou- not mocked, Oh mortal friend, 
Put not thy trust in mortal men. 
But look, there one great Jehovah stands; 
Why stand ye there on sinking sand, 
Why put your trust In mortal man? 
What meaneth thou, traveling in the burning sand? 
'Twill scald thy feet, despair thee, 
Leave thee to die in a barren land. 

(3) 
W^e mortals are all very weak. 
We love today, but tomorrow another we seek, 
Centuries have passed; and as they passed, they have cov- 
ered many sages, and unfolded many blossoms; 
Looking over the rubbish after a thousand years have 

passed, ^ v. ^u 

We pick out some jewels that were not destroyed by the 
blast. 

(4) 
But hush, listen! Let me tell you, my friend, 
In the centuries that have passed, 

The jewels that were saved and will stand until the last, 
Are those that have stood and gazed steadfast; 
Not on man so weak and so frail; so subject to changes; 
As to break his first will. 
Speaking many things right and more that are wrong. 

(5) 
But I tell you before another malinall has passed; 
Wlien alas, we can scarcely remember the past, 
The ages that eternity has rolled up in a scroll, 
And the deeds of the fathers to the children are told; 
When alas, it's all misery, all pain, and all woe; 
It's the sins of the fathers in that hidden scrole, 
Then our poor children will have no place to go. 
♦ (6) 

And that's why I tell you don't travel footsore 
Through the hot sand, the sleet and snow, 
But rest a while and listen, to see from whence the wind 

does blow. 
You are making the journey of your life, you know! 
My friend, make it sure; what then must I tell you; 

What then must I say. 
Take today for your blessing, for tomorrow is not yours. 
But when that tiny light peeps over the hill, 
True russlers will be standing still. 

—Composer by Rev. N. E. Smith, 1912. 



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I'M GOING HOME TO MOTHER. 

(1) 
I'm going home to mother, as a Prodigal by her side, 
Nevermore to leave her till she or I shall die. 
I bid you all adieu, boys; Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye. 
1 evermore shall linger close by my mother's side. 

(2) 
I'm going home to mother, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, 
I've found there is no other that could be half so kind; 
I'm going home to mother, you need not sit and sigh, 
I'm tired of my roaming, so what's the use to cry. 
I'm going "home to mother," good-bye. 

(3) 
I've made many friends since my roaming; I've seen a heap of 

life; 
I've sailed to the heights of joyous pride. 
But there's no place so loving as by my mother's side. 
My own true home I'm going to, there make my life all new. 
Good-bye. 

(4) 
Tm going home to mother, because her love is true; 
O, how she always praised me, I was all her joy and pride; 
So often she has fondled me, and called me her loving child. 
O, no; she never dreamed that I'd ever leave her side, 
I'm going home to mother, good-bye. 

(5) 
I'm going home to mother, I know she loves me still, 
For all of my roaming, her love could ne'er be killed. 
She will call me her own dear boy, and say she loves me still, 
I'm going home to mother, good-bye. . 

— Composed by Rev. Nannie E. Smith. 



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JESUS, SAVIOUR, PILOT ME- 

(1) 
When my loved ones all are taken, 
When by my friends I've been forsaken, 

And I'm just drifting among some strangers, 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me; 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 

(2) 
When on life's sea I'm tempest tossed, 
When satan thinks my way is lost, 
When I'm burdened 'neath the Cross, 

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me; 

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 

(3) 
When my heart grows faint and weary. 
When I grow weak and forlorn, 
A pilgrim stranger, away from home. 
But trusting Lord for you to come, 

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me; 

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 

(4) 
Over life's tempestuous sea, 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 

When the fitful tempest rages, 
Jesus, Saviour, stay with me. 
Lift me to the rock of ages, 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 

— Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 



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IT»S BEEN A SCORE SINCE I GOT RELIGION. 

(1) 
O, yes, I been on this journey, some twenty yfears or more, 
It's been a score since I got religion, I've had many hard crosses 
you know. 
Yes, I'm a wayworn traveler, along the Christian's road. 

(Chorus) 
O, yes, my elder is on the road, 
, And he's most done traveling; 

Yes, my elder is on the road. 

And he's most. done traveling, 
I'm bound to carry my soul to the Lord. 

(2), 
Sometimes I'm down in the valley, in trouble on nly knees, 
Crying to God my father, have mercy, do Lord, please! 
Yes, I cried from early morning, until late in the eve, 
And I'm bound for the kingdom along the Christian's road. 

(3) 
Ofttimes I've been discouraged, oft times I thought in vain, 
Then I'd look to God for courage, and my Father made it plain. 
By faith I pursued my journey, with hope and courage, too, 
To travel all my lifetime. 
For I'm bound to carry my soul to the Lord. 
Yes, my mother's— 

(4) 
Yes, I'm growing old and feeble, 

And my body's all racked with pain, 
Soon I will go down to the river, 

But will go in Jesus' name. 
Yes, my fathers crossed the river, 
And I'm bound to carry my soul to the Lord. 
Yes, my fathers — 



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How CAN I LIVE WITHOUT RELIGION. 

(1) 
It's been a good many years ago, 

Since I started on my way, 
1 enlisted as a soldier of the cross, 

My Master's will to obey. "^ 

(Chorus) 
Oh, how can I live without religion, 

How could I die without Christ, 
How could I live without a home in heaven, 

Sweet peace in paradise. 

(2) 
When I started on my journey, 

I scarcely understood my way; 
Ottimes I found myself weakening, 

And my courage fading away. 

(3) 
Oh, glory, glory. Hallelujah, 

It's been many long years ago. 
My father heard me crying, 

Till he couldn't stand my crying any more. 

(4) 
My Saviour spoke to the Father, . 

And my Father sent down His love; 
Religion given with power, 

Sweet peace and brotherly love. 

—Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith 



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THIS WORLD'S A HOWLING WILDERNESS. 

(1) 

Yes, this world is a howling wilderness. 

Yes, this world is a howling wilderness, 

Yes, this world is a howling wilderness, 

But your work is most done. 

(Chorus) 
Christians, don't get weary. 
Christians, don't get weary. 
Christians, don't get weary, 

For your work is most done. 
Just a little more faith, and a few more trials, 
Just a little more faith, and a few more trials. 

And the work is all done, 

(2) 
Heaven is just on before you, 
Heaven is just on before you, 
Heaven is just on before you, 
And your work is most done^ 

(3) 
The angels are waiting at the river of Jordan, 
The angels are waiting at the river of Jordan, 
The angels are waiting at the river of Jordan, 
And your work is most done. 

(4) 
Jesus will quiet the waters for you, 
Jesus will quiet the waters for you, 
Jesus will quiet the waters for you, 
While you are on your journey home. 

(5) 
Zion's gates will open for you, 
Zion's gates will open for you, 
Zion's gates will open for you, 

When you reach your heavenly home. 

—Composed by Rev. Mrs. Nannie E. Smith. 



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CHEER THE WEARY TRAVELER. 

(1) 
Sometimes we get discouraged, 

We think it's all in vain, 
When the trials of life o'erwhelms us, 

And we cannot bear the pain. 
O that's when to cheer the weary traveler, 
Along the Christian's road. 

(Chorus) 
Yes, let us cheer the weary traveler, 
Yes, let us cheer the weary traveler. 
Yes, let us cheer the weary traveler. 
Along the Christians' road. 

(2) 
Yes, we've all been discouraged. 

We've all felt the same. 
We've all been in the wilderness, 

Crying to God in pain. 
And that's when to cheer the weary traveler, 
Along the Christians' road. 

(3) 
My father he went the journey. 

My mother bore the pain, 
My classmates have gone before me, 

Whom I hope to meet again. 
And that's when to cheer the weary traveler, 
Along the Christians' road. 

(4) 
When I get down to the river, 

Led by the angel band, 
Over the bright, shining river, 

I see those beckoning hands. 
My angel friends watching for me, 

Over in beulah land. 
There we'll sing redemption story, 

Away up in the holy land. 

—Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



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HOLD ME FAST. 

(1) 
Father, father, hold me. fast. 
Just hold me till the pangs of hell have passed. 

Hold me, father, don't let me fall, ; 

I am a suffering pilgrim but must never be lost. i 

f 
(Chorus) \ 

O thou rock, rock secure, I 

The home of refuge, the home secure, : 

Father, father, hold me fast, '• 

When I'm almost famished in the stormy blast; - 

Oh, thou Refuge, please hold, me fast. 

(2) 
I am your pilgrim in this land, 
Such as have no friends among mortal man. 
Father, lead me by the hand. 
Through the desert scorching sand. 
I'm at Mars, parched with heat, trembling hands 
And bleeding feet. 

(3) 
Hold me father, father, hold me fast, 
I will be your servant true, obeying your holy command, 

Saying hold your courage, don't let it fail, 

I'll lead you through the stormy gale. 

Trusting me you shall never fail. 

(4) 
Here I sojourn at your command, 

Waiting for orders from you saying, "Depart, pilgrim, tc 
another land." 
I'll be your leader true. 
Yes, I'll go, Lord, trusting you 
To give me strength to lead me through. 

(5) 
Lord, I'm on my journey at your command, 
Please, father, lead me by the hand, 

Lord, be my leader true. 
Help me cross the desert through the scorching sand, 
Hold me, father, gently by the hand. 

— Composed by N. E. Smith. 



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I CAME TO JESUS LONG AGO. 

(1) 
I came to Jesus long ago, all laden down with sin, 
I sought him long for pardoning, he would not take me in; 
At last I found, the reason why, as light came more and more, 
1 had a shejf with idols on just in behind' the door. . 

^ (Chorus.) 
That shelf behind the door, don't use it any more. 
But quickly clean that corner out from ceiling to the floor; 
For Jesus wants his temple clean, he cannot bless you more. 
Unless you take those idols out from in behind the door. 

(2) 
I tore it down and threw it out and then the blessing came. 
But e'er I got the victory and felt the holy flame. 
The devil he came rushing up and said with awful roar, 
■You c'annot live without a shelf right here behind the door. 

(3) 
So many people of today are destitute of power, 
'Tis plain to see they cannot stand temptation's trying hour; 
By way of an apology. My weakness, is their cry, 
'\'Tis all because of idols that they are using on the sly. 

(4) 
Some smoke and chew tobacco, some love their fancy dress. 
Others have wronged their fellow man, they cannot stand the 

test; 
They are wondering why they are not blest as in the days of 

yore, 
The reason why is, on the shelf just in behind the door. 

(5) 
That little shelf behind the door will causae you much distress, 
Especially about the time you think of getting blest; 
While pleading for the victory, before the Lord in prayer, 
How many times you think about the idols hiding there. 

(6) 
Your soul is dark, you surely know you have no peace with God, 
You daily tremble lest you feel the chastening of his rod; 
The blessed Holy Spirit puts this question o'ef and o'er, 
What are you going to do about that shelf behind the door? 

(7) 
You need not go to foreign land to find a house called God's, 
To look upon idolatry, you need not go a rod; 
But in this land where Gospel light is shining all around, 
If you should look behind the door an idol could be found. 



Ab' 



TRUE, THIS WORLD IS DARK. 

(1) 
True this world is dark and dreary, 

Oft I hear the pilgrim's say: 
Trusting God, my heavenly father, 

I can never lose my way. 

(2) 
If I never feel the spirit move in my heart, 

I am going to pray anyway. 
Long ago'' my Jesus told me. 

He'd hear me pray. 

(3) 
Jehovah's promise to our father 

Will never decay. 
He said, give me your life, soul, mind and body," 
Then call on me, I will hear you pray. 

— Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 



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MY BRIGHT HOME OVER YONDER. 

(1) 
O, won't you come and go with me to my bright home? 
For I have some loving friends over yonder, over yonder; 

I have many a loving friend over yonder. 

I have many a loving friend over yonder. 

(2) 
There is no sorrow there, no crying nor despair, 
No dying, oh, no, no; not a tear nor a sigh, always howdy and 
never good-bye; 

In my bright home over yonder. 
In my brio;ht home over yonder, 

(3) 
Why will you stay and die, why will you sit and cry. 
Why look sad and forlorn when there's plenty of balm in Gil- 
lion over yonder; 

Yes, there's plenty balm in Gillion over yonder, 
Yes, there's plenty balm in Gillion over yonder, 

— 'Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 



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JESUS OF NAZARETH PASSETH BY. ^ 

(1) ^ 
Jesus of Nazareth passeth by, i 
Hark, listen! I hear a sad, sad cry; • ; 
Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me, j 
Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me, . * 

(Chorus.) ; 

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Now I see 1 

Jesus, the son of David, hath anointed me; j 
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Can it be 

That Jesus, the son of David, hath anointed me. i 

(2) ; 
He was passing by, he was passing by, | 
Jesus of Nazareth was passing by; i 
He heard my cries, he opened my eyes, he opened my j 

eyes, i 

Jesus of Nazareth he opened mine eyes. ' 



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I'M SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS. 

(1) 
I'm safe in the arms of Jesus, 

Safe in his loving arms; 
Safe in the arms of Jesus, 

Where the tempter can't do me no harm. 

(2) 
I'm safe in the arms of Jesus, 

Safe all the day long; 
Praying and trusting, in faith I believe 

That he'll keep me from harm. 

(3) 
I'm so glad I learned to love Jesus, 

For I'm sheltered from the mighty storm; 
I'm so glad that I'm not out yonder. 

With the damned that's all alarmed. 

(4) 
I'm safe in the arms of Jesus, 

Saved from the mighty storm; 
I'm safe in the arms of Jesus, 

Of danger I'm not alarmed. 

(5) 
Oh, sinners, can't you trust Jesus? 

Can't you lean on his strong arm? 
Can't you believe in this great salvation 
'Twill keep you safe from harm. 



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COME BACK, MEMBERS. 

(1) 
O, come back, members, come back; God is calling you; 
Come back, members, come back; God's word is true. 
Come back, members, come back; come back to the House of 
God, 

Come back, members, come back. 
(2) 
If you've found his word untrue, found him failing thus to do 
All the things that he promised you, this invitation is not to you. 
I just want all |:he members to come back, com^ back to the 
House of God; 

I want all the members to come back. 
(3) 
Just to those of you who've strayed and know for a truth it's 

you that failed. 
Know that God did save you from hell and the grave; 
Turned all your night into the brightest of day, know his blood 
did wash your sins away, 

God is calling you — He wants you to come back. 

(4) 

Jesus Christ, the Son of God, he came to earth to save the lost,; 

Whosoever will may come, come back, members; come back. 

Upon the cross he bled and died, the Roman soldier pierced 

his side, 
Abby, Father! is what he cried; blood and water flowed from 
his side; 

Salvation flowed for you and I; come back. 

— Composed by Mrs. Nannie E. Smith. 

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I AM BORN OF GOD. 

(1) 
Yes, I am born of God; I know I am by the way I do; 
I am born of God and I know I am, by the way I do. 
If you've got religion the world will know it, by the way you do; 
Yes, I am born of God, and I know I am by the way I do. 

(2) 
Yes, they will seek Jesus, to learn his way, and his gospel truths, 
O, yes, they will seek Christ, to do his will, because of you; 
I have got religion, and the world does know it, by the way I do. 

(3) 
They'll be glad to seek him, obey and believe him, 
His statutes prove, that religion is love; 
Peace and joy, and it will make you pure; 
Yes, I am born of God, and I know I am, by the way I do. 
—Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



51 



IT'S WONDERFUL. 

O, it is wonderful, how can it be, 

A man that's a King could love a sinner like me? 

Yes, it is wonderful, yet I can't see 

Just how he would call and choose one humble like me. 

(Chorus.) 
O, yes, it's wonderful; yes, it's wonderful, 

The invitation free; 
O, sinner, he's still calling, 

He's calling now for thee. 
Come and drink the living water, 

It is flowing full and free; 
O, glory to Jesus, he still leads me. 
O, glory to Jesus, he still leads me. 

(2) 
Yes, I answered him, true I obeyed. 
Yes, I was certain 'twas me that he bid; 
Go preach my gospel! Go tell what I've said, 
If you'll do my bidding, in holy paths tread. 
You can trust in my word, you'll ever be fed. 
Have sweet communion and blessings, he said. 

(3) 
O, yes, it is wonderful; I never can tell 
Just how he has led me, he's done all things well; 
If I preach the gospel I know I am right, 
If I teach the gospel my days shall be bright; 
When the spirit descended it gave me the right, 
But to do all his bidding, it takes sacrifice. 

(4) 

But I love to follow, his blessed will obey, 
And preach a burning gospel, preach while it's day; , 
Enjoy that sweet communion which the holy spirit gives 
To every redeemed one, come, sinner, and you shall live. 
— Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 



52. 



MY FATHER KNOWS. 

My father knows, my father knows, 
O, praise his name, I know he knows; 

He knows my life, my battles, foe, 

He knows just how the trials go; 
O. praise his name, I know he knows.. 

(Chorus.) 
O, it is wonderful that my father does know, 
O, it's so wonderful, as on I go; 

I Have this assurance that my father knows, 

O, hallelujah! my father knows! 

Yes, praise God's name, I know he know^s, 

(2) 
When on life's sea whate'er you trials, 

Whate'er your lot may be; 

Like a wave on the ocean, like a bubble on the sea, 
You have this assurance, that God can see, 

(3) 
O, yes, my father knows; yes, my father knows; 
O, hallelujah, my father knows; 

He sees my foes, my battles, foe, 
I'm so glad that my father knows, 

His mighty host as on they go. 

(4) 
He knows his own, he watches them. 

Prom night till morn, not a one does he scorn; 
But folds them all in his loving arms, 
With tender love, from all alarm. 

— Composed by Rev. N. E. Smith. 



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AWAKE YE NATIONS. FROM YOUR SLEEP. 

(1) ■] 

Awake, ye nations, from your sleep, wake here the tolling bell; ; 

It tolls way back in days of yore, and thunders down to hell; , 

Speaking so loud to every soul, to know if all is well. . 

The sound goes rumbling through the earth, to every mortal .; 

tells' ' 

Look, listen, and you shall understand, the meaning of this : 

great command, ] 

Just how your record stands. ] 

(3) } 

How awful if the mighty God should rise and give command i 

To pay each mortal for his deed, deal just with every man; j 

Pay him in pounds for all his deeds, do this, it's my command, j 

(4) ' 
How startled would the nations be, if they should look and that ^ 

great angel see; . +v,^ ' 

How empty-handed they would go, how terrible to meet the ) 

Savior so; i 

They heard the message long ago. :; 

(5) . ] 
Go tell the saints for us to plead, but God declared there is no | 

need, i 

If Moses and Samuel for you did plead, 1 

I'd say to them, there is no need; the time is passed to plead. > 

(6) ^ ' 
If all the saints for you did plead, I say to them, there is no need, j 
You cast those demons from my sight, I've pleaded long, botn ; 

day and night. 

In love and mercy, power and might. i 

Cast them off, cast them off; way back yonder in days of yore , 

I trudged the rugged mountain, footsore; I 

I wore the cross to Calvary, and paved the way for you secure. ; 

(8) :i 

That all who would believe today might have the double cure, ■ 

■ They gazed upon my dying form, and mocked my dying groans; ^ 

Then blood and water by pain did flow, my love and mercy they ^ 

did ignore. ^ „ ... \ 

—Composed by Rev. Mrs. Nannie E. Smith. ^ 



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DON't LET SATAN TURN YOU 'ROUND. 

When I enlisted in this war, 
I tried my best to think all was joy; 
But I soon found that my heart was filled 
With grief and sorrow and bitter tears; 
But I just kept on my journey, Lord. 

(Chorus.) 
just keep your feet on holy ground, 
Don't never let Satan turn you 'round; 
He's a wicked monster and is always found 
In the gayest of apparel and the sweetest of sounds; 
Just trust in Jesus and don't turn around. 

(2) 
I just kept on my journey, Lord, 
Trusting thee, O living God; 
I know the imps in days of yore 
Had tried to cheat your saints before; 
So I just kept on my journey. Lord.. 

(3) 
Thy spirit teaches us the truth> 
feut Satan says it is no use 
To try to live a Christian life 
In this vain world of sin and strife; 
But I just kept on my journey. Lord. 

(4) 
Yes, I just kept on my journey. Lord, 
Trusting in the living God; 
I believed your word would save me when 
This fleeting life should have an end; 
So I just kept on my journey, Lord. 

— <^omposed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith. 



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I 

JESUS IS CALLING YOU STILL. I 

(1) 1 
For you, my friend, my heart doth bleed, ,• 
My loving Savior for you doth plead; \ 
He knows your life, your 6very need, i 
His loving voice, I hear it still; He's calling yoU. j 

(Chorus.) I 
Jesus is calling, he's calling yoU still. 
If you'll but answer you shall be filled, 

Filled with his goodness, his power, his will* j 

Jesus is calling still. , 

(2) : 
Jesus is calling the weary that roam. 

Calling poor sinner, for you, come home! i 

Why do you tarry, continue to roam. 

When your loving Savior invites you, come homef 

(3) ; 
JesUs still calls you, don't tarry too Idiig, { 
Your loving Savior'll take you in his arms; ,| 
He's so strong and mighty he will shield you from harm \ 

(4) ; 

O, you'll be so happy, so valiant and strong, ; 

Shielded by my Savior the whole day long; ; 
Shielded from the tempter from sin and wrong, 

tCept by his power, come lean ott his arm. j 

(5) .] 

All day long, .all day long, i 

Leaning on Jesus all day long; i 

Yes, I'm so happy, saved from the storm, -!i 

Saved by my Savior, saved in his arms. ] 

—Composed by Rev. N. IS. Smith. ] 



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THE WILDERNESS. 

(1) 
Yes, this world is a howling wildernesss, 
Yes, this world is a howling wildernesss, 
But your work is most done. . 

(Chorus.) 
Christians, don't get weary, 
Christians, don't get weary. 

For your work is most done; 
Just a little more faith and a few more trials, 
Just a little more faith and a few more trials, 

For your work is most done. 

(2) 
Heaven is just on before you, 
Heaven is just on before you, 



Lven IS jusi on oerore you. 
And your work is most done. 



(3) 
The angels are waiting at the River Jordan, 
The angels are waiting at the River Jordan, 
And your work is most done. 

ii) 
Jesus will quiet the waters for you, 
Jesus will quiet the waters for you. 

While you are on your journey home. 

(5) 
Heaven's gates will open for you, 
Heaven's gates will open for you, 
Heaven's gates will open for you, 

When you reach your heavenly home. 

—Revised by N. E. S. 



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WHAT A TIME SHOUTING WITH THE ANGELS. 

(1) 
You need not mind me going so slow, 
By faith and love I onward go; 
If I trust in God I'll win, I know. 
What a time shouting with the angels, what a time. 

(Chorus.) 

What a time, what a time, 
What a time shouting with the angels what a time. 

What a time, what a time. 
What a time shouting with the angels what a time. 

(2) 
Long, long ago, I sought this road, 
That redeeming blood on Calvary flowed; 
To wash my soul as white as snow. 
What a time shouting with the angels, what a time. 

(3) 
Since then I've learned to love my way. 
My blessed Lord his will obey; 
And serve him joyfully every day. 
What a time shouting with the angels, what a time. 

(4) 
My friend, take unto you the whole armor of God, 
For the evils of the day your way will retard; 
What a time shouting with the angels, what a time. 

(5) 
With truth you surely must guard, 
Breastplate of righteousness you must have on; 
Sword, shield and helmet, sure as you are born, 
What a time shouting with the angels, what a time. 
—Composed by Rev. Mrs. Nannie E, Smith. 



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I'M SO GLAD THAT JESUS HEARD ME. 

(1) 
I'm so glad that Jesus heard me and delivered me from sin, 
And more so, that he's led me and brotight me home again; 
Yes. I'm glad that he's kept me and brought me to my kin, 
To tell the same old story, that I'm born again. 

(Chorus.) 
At noon and at evening, at midnight I have been 
Knocking on some stranger's door, saying, won't you let me in? 
No, you just go some three doors west; I'm sure no doubt they 

can, 
They often do take strangers in, but we only take men. 

(2) 
So often in my journey along the lonesome road, 
I've' heard the Pilgrims crying, we have faith and hope in God; 
While you are on your knees praying, remember us to your God, 
Tell him we are not discouraged in the way our fathers trod. 

(3) 
Yes, so often have I faltered and trembled on my way, 
Grew fearful on my journey that I'd never see this day; 
But I fell on my knees and I began to pray, 
I begged my heavnely father to move the burden away. 

(4) 
I pleaded for awhile, then he began to smile. 
Yes, he sent down his spirit and blessed his weary child; 
He said, look up to me, you cannot be deceived, 
Continue on your journey, just keep me in the lead. 

(5) 
Yes, he listened to my crying and he so sweetly said, 
Go on your way rejoicing. I'll make it plain some day; 
I'll scatter all your darkness and turn your night to day. 
If you will just believe me and continue on your way. 

—Composed by Rev. Mrs. N. E. Smith Oct. 25, 1917. 



50. 



HOSANNA TO OUR KING. 

(1) 
If I only knew the way, I'd go to heaven today. 
And I'd smile up in my Savior's blessed face; 
No. I would not suffer so, for to heaven I would go, 
Mui ]\\ live in sweet communion there always. 

(Chorus.) 
Hosanna to our King! Glory, honor to his name! 
Let, the angels and all heaven sing; 
Sing: praises to his royal name, let all the harps of heaven 

ring, 
While King David plays on ten thousand strings.. 

With the saints I'd sing and .-hour, and all heaven I'd g(j 

about, 
Doing all my father's bidding every day; 
I would be so happy then, when I bowed before my King, 
Happier still when I heard the angels sing. 

{'■'>) 
Ml the prophets I will meet, and sit down at Jesus' feet, 
And I'll tell him all my trials here below; 
Tell him why I suffered so, because his blood for us did flow 
Upon the cross on Mount Calvary. 

( ! I 
Ves. I'm willing in abide, tor by that blood I'm justified, 
Blood that flowed from my Savior's blessed side; 
And I'm sure this is the way to that land of endless day, 
To that land where th^ King of glory stays. 

. (5) 
Xo more wounds -from my friends, for my heaven will begin, 
In that home that's far above the skies; 
They've so often wounded me, left their weapon in my side, 
Then left me by the wayside to die. 

(6) 
But my Savior came along, took me in his lovinu arms. 
And 'twas balm of Gillian that he applied; 
Me called me his loving child, bid me fight until I die, 
And he promised me a home above the skie.-. 



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